| I walked the streets of this little town
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| Late last night when it all shut down
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| Feelin' stuck between lost and found and nowhere
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| Using my memory for a map
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| I went lookin' for a train on the torn up track
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| Where the weary conductor just turned his back but he’s still there
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| Waitin for the resurrection
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| Fire from the ashes and the tears
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| The resurrection
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| You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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| Well it’s hard to believe I’m back again
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| Lookin' up old lovers and long lost friends
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| Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors
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| I heard Reverend Bill with the kind old face
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| Said he got little stale and he’s been replaced
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| Still we all bowed our heads when he said Grace at the diner
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| Waitin for the resurrection
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| Fire from the ashes and the tears
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| The resurrection
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| You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here
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| Well the engine dies and the main line fails
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| Surely the heart and the soul prevails
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| Like the wild flowers grow between the rails in the summer
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| Oh, the resurrection
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| Fire from the ashes and the tears
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| The resurrection
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| You know dreams die hard
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| Dreams die hard
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| Dreams die hard around here
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| Oh, the resurrection
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| Oh, the resurrection
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| I walked the streets of this little town
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| Late last night when it all shut down
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| When it all shut down |